The Ultimate Blue Seal

Even if it were a thousand grass-and-mud horses, he couldn't growl out of Su Qing's hard feelings at this moment. He thought: I rely on it, God pit me!

Why isn't the little girl in front of him who is showing the flaws in a flyer? Why isn't the special police in front of him who will only rush out after the boss gives an order? Why isn't Xu Ruchong who wears glasses like the bottom of a bottle in front of him?

When Hu Bugui finished telling the lie, he was relieved of his guilty conscience. He stretched out his hand to pull up the fake uncle who was kneeling on the ground with one leg pressed by him.

Su Qing felt that a kind of ending was about to come out, and its name was Luxiang.

Then Su Qing made an action during such a rich inner activity. He stood up cautiously, but instead of holding Hu Bugui’s hand, he climbed on his arm, held it up, and showed his head first. Opened a pair of panic-stricken eyes and looked at the arrested Lan Yin. After a glance, he found that it was okay. Then he patted his chest, but still stood up in no hurry. Instead, he craned his neck and made a look of interest. Looks like onlookers.

"Oh, tusk..." He turned to Hu Bugui with his carefully crafted vicissitudes of life, and said in Mandarin with a strong southern accent that could be faked and true. "It's in the daytime, it scares people to death. ."

Hu Bugui frowned, and looked at this "middle-aged man" thoughtfully. This man... really looks like him.

Su Qing Yuguang caught a glimpse of Hu's Roentgen's ray eyes still scanning him, so he patted the dirt on his trousers in disgust, while not forgetting to raise his head and glance at the excitement until he returned. The zero team and the arrested Blue Seal went out.

Su Qing caught a glimpse of the man he was staring at and began to lower his head to eat seriously, thinking that he had to figure out a way to get rid of this big Buddha.

So he turned around, with a scrutiny smile on his face, and enthusiastically extended his hand to Hu Bugui: "You are a policeman. Fortunately, my nephew just graduated from the police academy this year. , I don’t know where to find a job. I think your job is quite dangerous."

Hu Bugui hesitantly shook his hand, and he smelled the pungent fake cologne from the other's sleeve. It is estimated that mosquitoes will not be around him in the summer.

Su Qing fumbled and fumbled in his arms. After touching for a long time, he found out a very shameless business card holder, picked out one from it and handed it to Hu Bugui. Hu Bugui felt a stronger scent puffing his nose. He sniffed, feeling that his sense of smell was about to fail, and his head was a little dizzy.

The title on the business card is "Ji Meng, General Manager of Qingquan Hotel," and it is surrounded by gold borders, as if to explain what is meant by "golden jade on the surface, defeat in it".

Hu Bugui was too embarrassed not to answer, but he took a step back quietly. As soon as he backed away, Su Qing moved forward, blinking his dead fish eyes that were not as wide as eye bags, and carried a With unspeakable excitement, Gu lowered his voice, pointed to the door and asked, "What did the person commit just now?"

Hu Bugui's gaze still patrolled Su Qing's face. His initial doubts finally disappeared slowly. He felt that this man had only his facial features and Su Qing had a subtle confrontation, but his temperament and age were completely inconsistent-if he was still able to age. If it is forged, then...

Team Hu looked at the other side and grinned, his mouth still crooked, making it even more wretched.

Why do I think this old man looks like him? Hu Bugui smiled bitterly to himself.

In the Hu team's mind, Su Qing always wears such a slightly young appearance-picturesque, vivid, beautiful, stubborn and strong. Or Hu Bugui didn't necessarily really understand Su Qing. In their short-lived relationship and long separation, all he saw was Su Qing's goodness. And these conjectures are good, and they slowly fermented in the guilt buried in the bottom of my heart after three years of pursuit, and became a nearly illusory shadow.

Su Qing and Ji Pengcheng didn’t thoroughly study anything else. They just learned how to observe his words, opinions and colors, and immediately found that Hu Bugui’s eyes on his face wandered, so he understood that no matter what the other party suspected, he would hesitate, so he continued his efforts. , Pretending not to notice that Hu Bugui kept backing away, he took a step closer and lowered his voice lower: "He is a drug dealer, killing someone, or... Hey, you know, that kind of is more shameless Criminals..."

Before this sentence was finished, Hu Bugui bluntly prevariated him by saying "There is still something to do" and hurried away.

Su Qing waved behind him and said, "Hey, don't you want to go, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Seeing that Hu Bugui was walking faster after hearing these words, she showed an expression of regret that was still unfulfilled. He shook his head a few times, sat back to his original position, gesticulatingly turned to the waiter and started yelling: "Hey, what's the service here? Why isn't the soup I want served? Can I be in a hurry?"

"Sir, sorry, because just now..."

"I don't want to listen to the explanation. Ask your manager to talk to me. I'm not the same person as you, don't you understand? Do you know how many banknotes I missed for a minute?"

Until Hu Bugui walked to the door, he could still hear the middle-aged man cursing and dissatisfied. He paused slightly at the door, and finally folded the reflective device he was holding and tucked it back into his jacket pocket. ——If the other party is just pretending, then when he wants to leave his back facing him, the other party will generally relax because of the different expressions on his face.

But no, if... then this person is too perfect.

If a person wants to be invincible in deception, he must first be able to deceive himself.

Su Qing knew this well, so when he was "Ji Meng," he would never make other people's body language. At the same time, he also knows that Hu Bugui is very careful. He is careful when taking care of people and when performing tasks. Even if he himself gets smoked away, as long as there is a little doubt in his heart, he will definitely keep people watching. .

Su Qing didn't care about making a full set of the show. Finally, after the restaurant owner's intervention, he ate the meal for nothing and left contentedly.

He counted the time very accurately, and just left with the front and back feet of the man eating in the corner.

The man sitting in the corner looks like a 30-year-old, with a stubborn head, with an unforgettable popular face, wearing a white shirt and casual suit, and wearing the same popular clothes, blending into the crowd like a drop of water.

He also noticed the man who walked out with his front and back feet-Su Qing made a noise for the Mixed Overlord's meal and he couldn't wait for the whole restaurant to hear him.

Because of the particularity of his identity, Ban Cuntou is always wary of people who approach him intentionally or unintentionally. He walks all the way and observes this man who has walked behind him for a while. After two traffic lights, the man got into a hypermarket impatiently while calling.

Ban Cuntou breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk to the place he had agreed with his companion. Ten minutes later, his nerves tightened again, because a dirty tramp suddenly rolled under his feet, looking at his facial expression, probably intelligence It's not normal. The homeless man put his hands together to make a bowl shape, smiled so that Harazi grunted and said, "Give it some, give it some."

Ban Cuntou frowned, intending to go around in front of him, who knew the tramp followed up again, and murmured reluctantly, "Give it some, give it some." He stretched out the shiny black and shiny face. Claws grabbed his trouser legs.

Bancun was anxious, stretched out his leg and kicked him away: "Go away and avoid it."

The tramp didn't dare to entangle him, he shrank to the corner, making a whine in his throat, and watched Pan Cuntou pass in front of him tremblingly.

After a while, the tramp stood up, still walking on the road stupidly and madly, shaking his hands and humming a Martian song that no one could understand, occasionally mixed with a low-pitched "Go away, "Hide", passers-by avoided him, only when he went crazy, no one noticed that when he repeated this sentence three or four times, the sound he made was exactly the same as that of the stubborn head.

Getting rid of the tramp, Ban Cuntou quickened his pace. A certain ominous premonition faintly rose in his heart. The sky was getting darker, and the street lights were lit up. He walked quickly across the block and walked around. I walked through a park in the center of the city, bought a cup of hot orange juice and a newspaper, sat on a stone bench deep in the plantation, and read the newspaper while drinking water, pretending to be a relaxed and contented look. You will find that the surface of the glass of orange juice in his hand is not level.

He didn't know how long he was there, and the whole thick newspaper was finished. By this time the night was already deep, the stars filled the sky, and all the visitors to the park had gone home, not to mention the remote place where he was.

For the last time, Ban Cuntou confirmed that there was no one around, and then he bent down, took out a silver mobile phone from under the seat, opened the lid, and said three words "I'm here..."

The sound suddenly got stuck-the energy indicator pointer on the modified phone cover suddenly turned frantically, almost like an electric fan.

Before the board has had time to reflect the source of danger, his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

From the wretched uncle to the tramp, Su Qing has recovered his "young talent" appearance on the plane. The moment the mobile phone hits the ground, he stretched out his hand and picked it up, looking down at the person who was knocked out by him. Bancuntou, stretched out his other hand, holding a small recording device, and leaning close to the earpiece: "I encountered some trouble on the way, it has been solved."

The sound is imitated very much.

The person on the other end said, "How is it?"

Su Qing thought for a while, and said something ambiguous: "He... was too easy to be caught."

The other side said: "It doesn't matter, he doesn't know anything, he is crazy. Sure enough, the blue seal actually has a limit, this kind of life form is still not perfect."

Su Qing smiled: "The imperfections of this life form are not limited to this aspect, right?"

"That's right-you be careful, the death of No. 3 has been reported. This is too sensitive. It seems that the activities of the Zeroing Team have been rampant recently."

Su Qing immediately realized that the so-called "No. 3" should be Zhao Yifei, so he took a breath and asked in a low voice: "What do you think... the next step should be done."

The other party was a little strange: "What's wrong with 6086, why did you suddenly ask this question?"

When Su Qing heard this title and tone, she immediately understood that this "utopia" is just a errand, and has no authority to interrogate the "above" things, so she relaxes: "I have some ominous premonitions in my heart, maybe It’s because there are too many people on the zero team, which puts some pressure on me."

"You don't need to think too much, come back, and help deal with the number four. It is not easy to start over there, but he is much more important than the number three. In any case, he must not be allowed to survive, okay? You just let the experiment go. ."

Su Qing paused for a moment, then said in a hesitant tone: "...um."

Then he hung up the phone, lowered his head and looked at the utopia he had stunned expressionlessly. He bent down, drew a palm-length dagger from his trouser legs, and slowly squatted down, with the blade approaching Bancuntou's neck. .

At that moment, no one knew what he was thinking under his calm expression.

After a long while, Su Qing sighed, took the dagger back, and then stripped off the utopian clothes. After searching him several times, he confiscated all the scattered instruments, and he was sure that there was no problem. Only then tied people up naked.

Then he took out a crumpled napkin from his arms, drew a road map on it, wrapped a recorder and a seized cell phone.

The next day, these things were delivered by a teenage boy to the girl who was still on the roadside pretending to hand out flyers. Su Qing himself left by plane overnight—he wanted him to know this "number four" Who must be.